Flaming passion which burns so bright
But where do bruises fit in
Sweet smell of roses on a moonlit night
Then huddle in a closet for no sin
Vows made in earnist trying to mend
Threats then come showering down
So sweet the comfort so close the need
And comes terror with no sound
Dance 'til we're dizzy laugh and we play
A fist striking out to maim
A promise of forever so solemnly took
Things can never be the same
Love who you were and what you could be
But where do the bruises come in
Turned a blind eye to the dark side which was
Can't forget the pain that has been
Knowledge is power; or so They say
And freedom is strength found within
And doing what's right against all the odds
That is the right way to win

hak
2353 / 25 May 99